“Ezekiel, that was dumb. You know how much a man prides his hair and yet you still cut some of that kid's hair off.” I scolded my twin, making sure it got to him.
“No crap, Ria, I treat my damned hair like it created me.” he snickered and I just glared. Maverick, that bastard punched my beautiful face. With more audacity than my brother had. I was more offended than you would imagine for a hitwoman.
“So why’d you cut off his hair! Now you can barely walk!” I yelled, losing my temper. I could not do this anymore with him.
“Chill sis, I can walk, but just with a limp. I can also still wield a gun.” he spoke nonchalantly. The way he looked at me when he said that was the last straw for me. I tackled him to the ground and sent my fist into his face.
“RIA!” he screamed, like a girl. Like me. I was more manly than my own brother was. I threw another punch to him and only then did I get off him.
“Baby.” I giggled. He bared his teeth and hobbled away. I did the same without the hobbling.
Later that evening, I strolled into the kitchen to see Ezekiel and his mates cackling at something on the T.V. I went to go look at it only to see a bunch of members of a crime group we were trying to take down getting arrested. I began laughing with them. Those nerds deserved it with all the stuff they’d put us through. I recognized the group members, one based in Milan. I think the group was called Zoji or something.
“Look at them! Screaming out for their mummy’s or something,” one of my brothers friends laughed, “probably begging to be let go, I tell ya.” I nodded in agreement. I hated them. We’d been at war with them for at least a decade, before I had even joined Piltatria.
“I hate those guys so much! I was fighting one of them this morning, trying to get my dad for something he didn’t even do!” Ezekiel remarked, a grin forming on his face. The whole company despised them more than we did. Our goal was to take down every crime group like them.
“Ria, go get me a drink or something, I’m thirsty.” my brother ordered and I looked at him disgustingly.
“Get it yourself, lazy.” I replied, my voice laced with annoyance, “I’m not your damned maid.”
“I can’t walk, sis.” he gestured to his blown out knee and I sighed and went to go get his dumb drink.
“Here.” I muttered and turned to look at the T.V once again. Another civilian killed, great! I just knew it was that Zoji or Zijo group. It was on the news for god’s sake! ‘Zomji group back at it with 3 people killed in one night, police coming to find the leader responsible.’ They said, yet they were nowhere close to finding out the leader. Secret groups like Piltatria were best for finding people like that, after all we are the ones with torture devices.
My phone rang and I went to grab it. It was my boss, of course. Probably another mission I had to go do.
“What the actual hell do you want?” I yelled at her. For some reason, my temper was incredibly short today.
“Neriah Windsor, is that how you speak to your elders?” she responded firmly, “I called to inform you that you are getting a new target. Until you take down this said target, I will not be giving you a new mission. Tell Ezekiel that as well please. Wait, I need my notes.” She put me on hold.
“Ezekiel! Get your broken butt over here right now!” I yelled and a cacophony of footsteps and grunts followed.
“What?” he queried.
“Maeve is assigning us a mission, I’ll put her on speaker.” I smiled and did as I said.
“I’m back, you two.” Maeve exclaimed and began chattering away once again. “So as I was saying, your next target will be Maverick Kennedy of the Zomji group. He’s easy to spot, a little birdy told me. White eyes, like milk. He ain’t blind though, so don’t think that.”
I gasped. The chances of me getting a target twice in a row was shocking. Two people had told me to kill him. TWO! Like the chances of that happening were basically zero.
“Miss Maeve, I can’t go on that mission, my knee was blown out.” Ezekiel smirked, knowing I hated going on lone missions.
“Do you still have a knee cap?” she asked him.
“Yes.”
“You are going on that mission, Ezekiel. If you do not I will blow out that kneecap myself, understand?” Such a girl boss, Maeve was. She hung up on us straight after that. Ezekiel growled and limped back to the couch to sit with his mates. Instead of walking back to watch with them, being a responsible adult, I walked up to my room to begin to research more on Maverick. All I knew was his last name, mainly to intimidate him when we were in hand to hand combat. I needed his age, home address and family. It would be easier to research from there on.
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After researching for what felt like years, I was finally done with my job. My feet had a mind of their own and decided to walk down to the kitchen. I didn’t want to, but the rest of my body did. I found my useless brother and decided to annoy him again.
“Ezzy, why don’t you cook dinner tonight?” I suggested.
“No.” His voice sounded pained and I looked at his leg. It was better than what it was earlier in the day. Less blood and gore and just all that disgusting stuff.
“You're fine. You have a damned knee Ezekiel!” I gestured to it and waved him off. “You'll be fine ya big baby. Now go cook me my dinner.”
His response was a grunt and he began hobbling to the kitchen. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter. Headlines were the same as on the T.V. Zomji mafia being taken down, piece by piece. Will Z Mafia finally be taken down by police? So and so. It was sickening, people thinking the police were doing crap. I set my phone down and zoned out.
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